A young man, young enough to be my son,
who lives in the Governor’s mansion,
a man I believed in,
at one time…
has deemed me “non-essential,”
my service to society
dispensable,
irrelevant.
His edict came down from on high
and my livelihood was gone
overnight.
With a stroke of his powerful pen,
my security, my future
discarded.
He picked and he chose,
eeny meeny miny mo,
some to thrive,
and some to go
broke.
-Susan Winsberg, Flutist